Welcome to Otkrovenia!
site for personal creativity
"Otkrovenia"(bulgarian word for "Revelations") is the largest personal creation site with
author's works in different categories like poetry, prose, translations,
photography, music, art
and hand crafts.
Publish your own works: Share your revelations, turn your feelings into notes, create a melody from
the emotion, put your words in a verse or story. State a position in the form of an article or essay. Draw your mood
in a picture or show the beautiful moments in photos.
Be yourself, reveal yourself!
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The time was out
and he was there -
in space of woods
and screaming trees.
His face was sad, ...
and he was there -
in space of woods
and screaming trees.
His face was sad, ...
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Представих си теб
душата ти бе червена, съзнанието - синьо
И съдбата озари творението ми.
Тази моя мечта пороби страстта ми,
реалността бе винаги толкова далечна ...
душата ти бе червена, съзнанието - синьо
И съдбата озари творението ми.
Тази моя мечта пороби страстта ми,
реалността бе винаги толкова далечна ...
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Whenever I think of us, what becomes of my mind
Is a mess which I cannot trust; I am suddenly blind.
Every day I just grind, and surely I’m not the first,
But even working, I find, time to think about her.
When she’s here, time’s a blur, moving in a straight line. ...
Is a mess which I cannot trust; I am suddenly blind.
Every day I just grind, and surely I’m not the first,
But even working, I find, time to think about her.
When she’s here, time’s a blur, moving in a straight line. ...
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Illusion
I see you. All of you. I see your eyes staring at me, through me and beyond me. I see your faces – some old, some young, even babies. You, all of you, just staying there, in your tiny little houses, putting a charade nobody is really watching.
You are all different. You are poor. And you ar ...
I see you. All of you. I see your eyes staring at me, through me and beyond me. I see your faces – some old, some young, even babies. You, all of you, just staying there, in your tiny little houses, putting a charade nobody is really watching.
You are all different. You are poor. And you ar ...
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